Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing there is a field....

I'll meet you there.... Rumi

People....

People travel to wonder at the height of mountains,
at the huge waves of the sea,
at the long courses of rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean,
at the circular motion of the stars;

and they pass by themselves without wondering

Silence is an ocean... Speech is a river....

The net, of course, finally closed around him, and as he lay in the
terrible frying-pan bed, he thought,
"If I get out of this,
I'll never live again in the limits of a lake.

Next time, the ocean! I'll make the infinite my home."

Inside me a hundred beings are putting their fingers to their lips and saying,
"That's enough for now.... Shhhhh."

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river